Works For These Times

I’ve always been a nightclub person, and I don’t know why. Maybe because I was 10 when the second British Invasion members began climbing onto American shores; sylphlike English boys dripping wet and sporting little more than a Speedo, amazing abs, a smoky eye, and a dagger clenched between determined teeth. Americans were in on it too. Cheap glamour and LinnDrums, when you’re growing up...